Name:
Oriril Raasan, First Sword of the Wilt-Leaf Clan

Age:
29

Gender:
Male

Race:
Elf

Country of Origin:
Miracia

Personality:
Oriril is a surprisingly calm individual that keeps most flashy displays of emotion down to a minimum. His level headed approach to most situations help him keep a level head when approaching potentially dangerous situations. Polite to a fault, Oriril always addresses other with a sense of respect and always in the manner befitting the First Sword of the Wilt-Leaf. A charismatic powerhouse he has been known to charm his way out of most situations able to talk circles around many of his potential foes.

Despite all these traits Oriril isn't without his flaws. He carries himself with a carefree lackadaisical attitude, rarely taking anything too seriously. It often times doesn't hit him the seriousness of a situation until arrows start flying. Oriril carries himself under the standards of his people's heroes who rely on honor to the end and everyone fights fairly. While this ideal is a good one to have, not everyone shares this sentiment which often leaves Oriril stuck in messy situations. Arrogance is perhaps one of Oriril's greatest downfalls. He thinks so highly of himself and his abilities he will often flaunt them to a point where he gets into more trouble than he solves.

History:
Oriril lived a rather leisurely life as a high born among the Wilt-Leaf clan. Sworn protectors of Miracia the Wilt-Leaf tend to live life with a sworn and solemn existence, Oriril was different. He lead a rather carefree existences and life was good for many years, until the ravages of war reared its ugly head. While crossing the border into Ethora the caravan carrying Ori and his father was attacked by bandits, human bandits.

Now was it their knowledge that the caravan held a convoy for peaceful negotiations between the elven nation and Ethora no one know, but what is known is that this moment seeded a deep mistrust in the human race for Oriril. Seeing their viciousness first hand Ori dedicated his life to wielding complete martial prowess on the battlefield so that now elf would ever suffer at the hands of human barbarism. When it came for him to decide on a weapon he could have chosen weapons that many of his kin gravitate towards; a bow, dual daggers or short swords, but when it came down to it none held any sway over him. Only a leaf-blade, an ancient longsword wielded by warriors of bygone ages, seemed appropriate to wield.

So for years he studied the history of his people learning anything he could about his people, learning their ancient ways of combat and eventually surpassing any that could stop him.
Weapon Preference:
A single elven leaf blade. A simple and elegant design whose blade runs 60cm in length which runs directly into a leaf shaped hilt. The handle is a Darkwood wrapped in fine leather and from the end hangs the emblem of the Wilt-Leaf clan, a Dark green leaf that is turning into a copper brown leaf with two swords crossing in front of it.

Side:
Knights of Ekilore

Name; Sir Duncan Goldenheir, also known as the Lion of Dawn

Age; 31

Gender; Male

Race; Human

Country of Origin; Ethora

Personality; Sir Duncan is a good, honest man, and one that many will attest is one of the most dutiful in the realm. Raised by the Knights of Andal, he was cultivated to be the epitome of chivalry and virtue, and as a result, one thing Sir Duncan prides himself in above all else, is that he is a man of his word—when he swears an oath to someone, he will do everything within his power to keep it. This has made Sir Duncan incredibly loyal to the lords and ladies to which he has been sworn to in the past, regardless of whether he approves of their views or aims either morally or holistically. For that is what Sir Duncan believes to be the most integral aspect of being a knight—for if you cannot trust the word of a sworn oath-bound knight, who can you trust in this world?

Other than this, Sir Duncan is stoic and respectful. He offers advice when it is solicited, or rather, when others are wise enough to ask, but many years of experience have taught him that it is best to not waste your breath on those who will not listen. Sir Duncan respects those who are humble, yet wise, those who show strength, yet know when to employ mercy, those who are courageous, but do not let this courage be tainted by arrogance. He is a man who honors the scales of justice, one who believes any perversion of the law weakens the fabric of society for all. Above all, however, as a Knight of Andal, his faith drives him onward. Sir Duncan lives, kills, and conquests in the name of Andal, blazing his path forward, striving into the dark unknown, touting Andal's ideals of order, honor, and truth as his guardians.

History; Somewhere on the North-eastern shores of Ethora, steeped into the rocky and sheer coastal cliffs, lies a great, spiraling stone monastery, which is home to the Knights of Andal. The Knights of Andal are an order of Knights, and supporting monks and stewards of course, who ride in the name of Andal, who they believe to be the most important of the Council of Nine. They believe it was Andal's wisdom that created all the good in humanity, and the rest, the greed, envy, and lust, all of it is because Andal did not have a bigger hand in our creation. Thus they deem it their duty to ride in the name of Andal, to highlight the good qualities he has imparted upon us, show that his influence was not in vain, that the good, the truth, the just, still exist in this world, and in doing so they hope to become beacons of Andal's truth for all to see. For they believe the hardships of Aerion could all be rectified if we all learned to be a little more like the great Andal himself—just, true, and honorable.

On the Day of the Lord's Light, a holiday which the Knights of Andal upkeep that sports much drinking and feasting and festivities in the name of their esteemed god, one of the monks in the monastery found a baby, seemingly a newborn, left unattended, wrapped in a golden cloth, at the top of the great stone steps that lead up to the monastery entrance. Whether the baby was left their by divine will or simply a mother looking for a home for a baby they could not care for is not known (although the uncertainty only adds to Sir Duncan's legend), but the Knights of Andal took in this baby as one of their own, claiming that the fact that he was left on their door step on the Day of the Lord's Light was a sign, a sign that he was to be Andal's Chosen, a champion of all that was good and just in the world. And so they named him Duncan, to honor Sir Duncan Illywin, who was the founder of the Knights of Andal, and gave him the surname of Goldenheir, for he would be heir to the new, golden world, that which would be fashioned in Andal's image, that the Knights of Andal intended to create.

Thus, they raised Duncan as one of their own. Duncan spent years in those stone courtyards, through cloudy days and those filled with sun, sparring, training, and learning the ins and outs of swordplay. He spent hours in the monastery rooms, learning from old, aging monks the teachings of Andal, the tenants of chivalry, and other basic skills, like reading and basic arithmetic. As was customary, after years of learning, Duncan was made a squire at 15, and he was assigned to the tutelage of Sir Joshua Greer. As Sir Joshua's squire, Duncan would look after his horse, clean his weapons, and accompany him to the battlefield, as his sort of coming-of-knighthood initiation. Duncan was a loyal squire for three years, until his eighteenth birthday, when he was dubbed a Knight for his actions at the Battle of Chokecherry Hill. The Knights of Andal had faced off against a sect of swell swords who had taken over the small trading settlement, and Sir Joshua Greer was slain in battle. Duncan famously fended off three swellswords by his self, and dragged Sir Joshua's body off the battle field, slinging it atop his horse so that the noble man may have been afforded a proper, righteous burial in the eyes of Andal.

Since then, Sir Duncan Goldenheir has served honorably as knight, known as a guardian of the meek, and protector of those who cannot protect themselves, and as a result of his tenacious pursuit of justice he has become one of, if not the most, prominently known Knight of Andal. His deeds precede him, and his fiercesome fighting style has created a legend that perhaps by this point outlives actuality, with many referring to him as the Lion of Dawn. Now, as one of the most respected Knights of his region, he has been summoned to help represent Ethora to the Order of Ekilore. So he forges on forwards, the Great Lord Andal as his guide.

Weapon Preference; Nothing beats good, old, reliable iron steel and stone hilt; Sir Duncan's steel sword, whose hilt bears the Roaring Golden Lion which serves as the Sigil of the Knights of Andal, which he has named "Order."

Side; Knights